Two For The Price Of One (Brenda AND Naamah)

You've thought about it, and fact is you've always been a sucker for hard luck cases.

You also happen to be rich.

This means you can afford to purchase two of the girls, and you know exactly which two you want too take home.

There are two main reasons why you don't have to worry about what your current S.O. will think of what you're planning.
1: Until slightly over a year ago you were happily married: but let's just say that if you don't catch it quick metastatic breast cancer is a real bitch...
2: You HATE people taking advantage of you.

You loved your wife, she was your oneness and everything. When they diagnosed her with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer you got her the best treatment in the WORLD, money was no object.

She lost anyway.

You thought about killing yourself.

You TRIED to kill yourself: you literally could not imagine a life without her.

Thank god your sister Cassy found you after you took all 90 Vicodin you'd convinced that pill mill to prescribe for your "Back Pain".

Your sister got you to the hospital, got you to see a grief councillor, watched you like a hawk for six months then known when she had to back away and let you deal with it in a healthy way, then just when to swoop back in and keep it from sucking you under again as the one year anniversary approached. Now, three months after that horrible week long battle with recurrent thoughts of suicide, you finally are ready for a new relationship, two of them actually, and you know who you want to take home with you today.

"So I'm entitled to one girl free right?" You asked Travis and he nods. "Does that stop me from buying a second one?" You ask, and Travis breaks into a grin like the cat that ate the canary.

"No sir, it absolutely does not."

"I told you, call me John," you say and Travis nods.

"Ah, yes, well, I'll go get Georgette and Brenda-" He says but you quickly set him straight.

"I'm not taking Georgette," you inform him, "I want Brenda and Naamah."

"Oh, um, but that's going to be somewhat awkward, Naamah and Brenda have very different food requirements, and the adaptation to your residence for the two of them is not quite, the, same; either..." he trailed off as you stared at him over the edge of the glasses you weren't actually wearing. "I don't mean to say you can't take both Brenda and Naamah, just that's a rather unexpected choice which will present certain challenges, but I am sure you will handle them with skill and aplomb John!" Travis back-peadals hastily.

"I understand that," you say calmly, "but those two are the ones I want, so go get them and lets do the paperwork for bringing them home today."

"Alright John, I'll go get them and bring them upstairs, you follow the track lighting, that will take you back to the entrance and you can wait in the lobby," Travis says, and presses a button on a small remote control he takes out of his shirt pocket.

You do as instructed and shortly find yourself back where you came in, waiting for at least half an hour.

Eventually though Travis reappears with Naamah and Brenda in tow, each now wearing an oversized dog collar and leash with giant dogtags reading "Naamah Doe" and "Brenda Doe" hanging from them.

"Here they are John. Now there's just the matter of setting up your payment schedule and picking out outfits for the two of them. Then you can take them home and schedule with the renovations department for the upgrades to your residence," Travis explains.

"How much is it for the second girl?" You ask, winking at Brenda and Naamah.

"Ten-Thousand dollars, plus taxes and licences," Travis explains, and you grin.

"Do you accept credit cards?" You ask, and Travis looks at you oddly before he says...